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Ashes of Roses^ 



Soul -Voices 

by 

Mary J. Connor 




ILLUSTRATED 



BROADWAY PUBLISHING CO. 

835 Broadway, New York. 



Two Oouiss Rfj^yivwl 

APR 4 1907 

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Copyright, 1906 

BY 

Mary J. Connor 





DEDICATED. 

Here's to the wittiest; 

Here's to the prettiest; 
Here's to those I love best of all. 

Here's to the thankless ones; 

Here's to the grateful ones 
Into whose hands this book may fall. 

Mary J. Connor. 




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INTRODUCTION. 

Life IS love. Whate'er else there may be, if 
this has come and welled through life and filled 
all the passing" chambers of the years as men 
and women dwell down the decades and passed 
from youth to strength and strength to lessening 
years to every man and woman the one arching 
fact which shelters earth's stay and crowns it, lies 
in the experience common to all, shared by 
all, and known to all. All else passes. The 
fashion of this world changes. But these things 
remain. They quicken sympathy through mill- 
ions and touch the tides of a common nature 
because these alone are real, lasting and eter- 
nal. Barren is the life and hopeless the fate 
that shuts them out and knows them not. 
Empty are the years which have won success, 
measure it as men may, and have not this. — The 
Press. 




'Sweet Auburn, 



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village of the 



CONTENTS. 



. _ PAGE 

Night-BIoommg Cereus .' i 

Frenzied Finance 2 

Our Ladies of Sorrow 4 

Mater Lachrymarum 5 

Mater Suspiriorum 6 

Mater Tenebrarum 7 

Transcription 8 

Dissertation on Oscar Wilde's "De Frofundis".. . 9 

A Fantasy n 

Sonnet 12 

Ashes of Roses 13 

May Day 14 

Thoughts on Death 15 

Immortality 16 

Pensees 17 

Epigrams 21-35 




The night-blooming Cereus. 



NIGHT-BLOOMING CEREUS 
(Cactus) 



'Tis the rarest and the fairest 

Flowers which holds the sweetest 

Breath of fragrance in. Nature's bowers 

Infolds nooks where the choicest 

Flowers reveal the greatness of her powers. 

Thus it is the tenderest 

Shoots, shrink from the noon-day sun, and at 

best, 
Seek the after-glow. 

n. 

'Tls the mildest and the tenderest 

Hearts which unfold the purest 

Souls Avithin. And like the flowers rare 

By their hidden lives attest 

Their sweetness. At once, shrink from the 

noon-day glare, 
And seek earth's valleys low, lest. 
Perchance, they lose the fragrance ever blest. 
Thus it is hearts grow. 



SOUL-VOICES 

FRENZIED FINANCE 

I. 

If you want to know something funny, 
How They "do" people out of their money, 

Just read Lawson — Mister Lawson. 
He is out of the game, 

But in it just the same, 

And you must be quite tame, 

For it's Everybody's aim. 
To read Lawson — Mister Lawson. 

II. 

"No red lights at the cross-roads of fate;" 
If you miss the mark, you are too late. 

Just read Lawson — Mister Lawson. 
For in this game of chance, 

If you join in the dance, 

You must soon feel the lance, 

So it's everybody's chance, 
To read Lawson — Mister Lawson. 

III. 

If you have a friend that's tried and true. 
Just give him a warm handshake or two, 
And read Lawson — Mister Lawson. 
But don't give vip the ship, 
"For there's many a slip 
'Twixt the cup and the lip," 
And everybody's got a grip. 
On Lawson — Mister Lawson. 




The Point, Auburn, N. H. 



SOUL-VOICES 
lY. 

If you would know the latest fizzle, 
Just why the gun refused to sizzle, 

Read Lawson — Mister Lawson. 
From the land of Romona, 
"Consolidated" Greene of Arizona, 
Would meet the great Pamona, 
But it was all a Jonah, 
And everybody gave a moan — ah ! 

Just read Lawson, Mister Lawson, 



SOUL-VOICES 



OUR LADIES OF SORROW 

(DeQuincy.) 

Mighty phantoms ! that through the human 

heart 
Give utterance! silence reigns supreme 
In thy dominion! serpent-like is thy dart I 



SOUL-VOICES 



MATER LACHRYMARUM 

(Our Lady of Tears.) 

She it is that night and day raves and moans, 

Calling for vanished faces, and lost hopes; 

Like the thief, that in the night slyly roams 

And robs us of our priceless treasure — peace; 

The Niobe of Nations, that bemoans 

A lost cause; Rachel bewailing the death 

Of her children; Misery enthroned 

In Bethlehem, when quickened greed and 

wrath. 
In the garb of righteousness, slays, and groans 
Under a curse — the murder of Innocence. 
\Vith the pass keys at her girdle, she roams 
At will, in hovel, and palace, and mart; 
Sweet and subtle, she creeps in and mourns; 
The first-born and queen, wc style her 

**Madonna." 



SOUL-VOICES 



MATER SUSPIRIORUM. 

(Our Lady of Sighs.) 

Hers is the grief of the hopeless; humble 
To abjectness. The crystal fountain flows 
Back into the heart, and emits therefrom 
A sepulchre of perishing dream-foes. 
She is a visitor of the bondsman 
In Siberian prisons ; of the slave 
"That at noon-day looks to the tropical sun ;*' 
Of every captive in every dungeon ; 
Her kingdom of every clime and nation; 
The rejected, the outcast, the betrayed. 
Many in the highest rank and station 
Are her subjects; and bear upon their fore- 
heads 
The indelible mark of submission. 
"She carries a key; but needs it little." 



SOUL-VOICES 



MATER TENEBRARUM. 

(Our Lady of Darkness) 

Born of the two; we shudder at her power; 
Her orbs too deep for man's skill to fathom. 
Like the eagle she stealthily ensnares — lures 
Her prey to misery and eternal doom. 
Ruler of her kingdom, all power is hers ; 
For she can approach only those in whom 
*'The heart trembles, and the brain rocks under 
Conspiracies of tempest from without 
And tempest from within," torn asunder 
By every artifice and phantom. 
By upheavals and central convulsions; 
"For noon of day, or noon of night," and soon 
"For ebbing and for flowing tide." Alas! 
She carries no key; she has need of none. 



SOUL-VOICES 



TRANSCRIPTION 

Truly great! 

If he has performed heroic deeds 

Which added to the sum of human happiness; 

If in the struggle for right against wrong, 

He has taken from the sum of human misery ; 

Or led, in so much as a skirmish, 

The hosts fighting for right against might; 

has made one 
Rose to bloom in a desert, sung to a world 
Heart-hungry for song, of hope, or goodness, 

or cheer; 
Saved a soul ! 

By thought, or deed, or act, in any one thing. 
Aided his fellowman ; to merit for him, justly, 
The salutation of the humblest — 
"Peace on earth, good-will towards men." 



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SOUL-VOICES 



DISSERTATION ON OSCAR WILDE'S 
*'DE PROFUNDIS." 



Master-Mind of the Universe, 
Christ's place, indeed, is with poets. 
What language, or art, however terse. 
Can compare with, even equal, 
The exquisiteness of His verse? 
There's a charm about Christ, indeed— 
And he is blest, who, once in life 
Walks with Him to Emmaus. It is meed; 
His Presence and love, in the strife 
Of our Gethsemane we need. 



II. 



Even as the buds burst their walls 
With a power and tendency 
To expansion ; so, too, dull falls 
The shackle from th' heart of fancy; 
E'en though hidden in the petals 
A chalice of tears. Nature's balm 
Soothes and nourishes, all our fears 
Like secret sympathy of psalm. 
**A11 trials are trials" anear; 
"After ever^ storm comes a calm." 



10 SOUL-VOICES 

III. 

Weep not, O thou child of genius, 

Thy meteoric flame hath cleft 

The prison cell. And the genius 

Thou seekest to cast at the feet 

Of men, will grow and expand, thus 

If thou hid'st thyself in the caves 

Of the mountains; the ocean caverns; 

Be content to live, not as knaves, 

Visibly exist, as others yearn, 

Thou "Enfant de mon siecle/* 







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SOUL- VOICES II 

A FANTASY 

(Russian-Japanese War) 

I. 

Oh ! the constant moan of the restless sea 

As it breaks upon the strand ! 
What tears and sighs — from a distant shore, 

Could Ave only understand ; 
What precious freight is borne upon the waves ; 

What sighs and moans are at hand ; 
While the m.essages it conveys, are lost 

Upon the unheeding strand ! 

II. 

Oh ! the sorrowful dirge of th' mighty sea 

As it yields up the human foes ! 
Like one grand requiem, irrespective, 

Of the victim within its throes; 
And the ceaseless cry of the boundless sea 

As, onward, onward, it rolls, 
Is borne upon th' waves — and the sad, sad 
tales — 

All know well — the sexton tolls — 

III. 

Oh ! the angry roar of the turbulent sea, 

As it dashes upon the shore ! 
And appears to shout in its wrathful glee, 

''My avenging work is o'er \" 
Then recedes in its path, with noiseless tread 

For some far-distant shore, 
There to bear the burden of grief and pain. 

Forever and ever more. 



la SOUL-VOICES 



SONNET 

Fate promised me my wish, and I replied: 
"Give me the perfect gift, that I may seek 
Wherein friendship is to love allied ; 
When the harmonious cord is drawn taut 
Whereby judgment is disarmed, and perfect 

peace 
Is made the victim of the havoc wrought 
Then suspicious Fate, with sinister smile. 
Made answer: "It seems to me that friendship 
And love in parallel lines often file ; 
If we the perfect architecture seek ; 
Parallel lines forever will not meet; 
Thus harmony and peace the vigil keep." 
My lesson learned, straightway, I turned aside 
To_question my soul in what it had lied. 



SOUL-VOICES X3 



ASHES OF ROSES. 
I. 

The withered blush rose fell on the floor, 
The loosened petals broke and spread; 

A maiden counted them o'er and o'er. 
And drooped her wearied head. 

She tenderly raised the wilted flower, 
And cast it upon the hearth; 

Watched each curling petal cower. 

And return to Mother Earth. 



II. 



Thus did the maid so soon perceive, 

The symbolism in the rose — 
Life's joys and pleasures fain deceive, 

E'en to the very close. 
With its sweet and bitter memories. 

Each cherished hope decays; 
We count them one by one, and then 

Discern Life's hidden ways. 



SOUL-VOICES 



MAY DAY 

I. 

You ask me why this day so bright. 
From whence the smiles and joy, 
Why all the world seems just, aright, 
When we go a-Maying? 

II. 

Why the sweet arbutus flower 
That blooms without alloy, 
Reigns supremely in our bower. 
When we go a-Maying? 

III. 

Oh ! if you could in part surmise. 

The wealth of peace and joy 

This day has brought ; perhaps, you'd prize 

Why we go a-Maying. 




May Day, 



SOUL-VOICES 15 



THOUGHTS ON DEATH 

Let me but live. 
When the soul sinks into the Ocean 
Of eternal oblivion, 
May the unfettered spirit pass 
Without consciousness of disunion; 
And the petals of the everlasting 
Rose, unfold to pre-eminent 
Affection. The anticipation 
Of happiness, and foretaste of love. 
Expand as the rays of the sun, 
Until resolved into celestial 
Love, which animates all things, and 

brings 
All to infinite perfection. 
In the Divine Plan, 



l6 SOUL-VOICES 



IMMORTALITY 

Mnemosyne! Mighty Muse, descend. 
And to the modern sage portend 
The lack of scientific truth ! 
That part of human experience^ 
The Hving test of science — 
Which we term spirit and motion, 
Could as well pass into nothingness, 
As the medium the consciousness 
In which they have their being— ^ 
Emanations of the Supreme 
Godhead ! Irrational in the extreme, 
The thought of annihilation — 
This is immortal ; and when freed 
Enters not the abode of death. 



SOUL-VOICES 17 



PENSfiES 

The year is growing elderly, and the with- 
ering winds play havoc with the Springtime 
revelry; shattering and scattering the aspira- 
tions of the youthful year. But, this is only 
part and parcel of the Divine Economy, that 
builds out of ruin, and breaks only to recon- 
struct on a larger and greater plan. End there 
is none to the Universe of God ! Lo ! also there 
is no beginning. Infinitesimal accidents in 
space! What appears a ruin is but the foun- 
dation of some nobler plan. A promise of 
Immortality. Adieu! Old Year! We greet 
the Ncw.l 



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EPIGRAMS 

What difference does it make? 
When absent if you are missed? 

Or only mist? 
If your sweetheart is kissed; 

Or simply kist? 
If an actor, you are hissed; 

Or merely hist? 
If when you meet a Misses 

She would be mist (Mrs.). 

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Shades of the departed ! Could you but return 

To the land of the living; 

In what awe and holy horror, would you yearn 

For the peace and beginning 

Of the days of old. When the atmosphere 

Was not yet ripe with such pests 

As Brown-Tail Moth; and of Meningitis clear. 

Aristocracy still rests 

From the dread La Grippe and Appendicitis 

Scare. Oh ! for the olden days, 

When ignorance was bliss; none then to 
chide us 

For our loose and careless ways. 

Better for the change of scene; shift of land- 
marks 

Than these dread plagues should intervene, 

And rob the flowers of youth; the upspringing 
buds 

Of their best and brightest sheen. 



3J SOUL-VOICES 

I. 



A Tramp when interrogated,— 
**Why he travelled incog., 
Belonged to the jumpers, 
And followed the bumpers;" 
Replied — *'My father was a frog. 



II. 



"Pray, w^hat were your ancestors?** 

A Scientist from Yonkeye, 
With a family crest. 
Replied at our behest, — 
"My father was a monkey.'* 



I 

III. 



A Knave in answer to the quest, 
"From whence came you, laddie; 
Your manner so peculiar. 
Subject to no rule you are?" 
"My father was a finnan haddie,** 



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I. 



He stood to give a toast, 
His wit and eloquence 
Slightly above par, 
But just missed the Liner 
In passing the bar. 



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SOUL-VOICES 23 

II. 



He stood before the Bench, 
(With self-complacent air), 
Whom no man could jar; 
But he did not succeed 
In passing the bar. 



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He stood before St. Peter, 
In meek and solemn awe— 
The pearly gates ajar — 
And here he did succeed 
In passing the bar. 



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Amalgamated Copper! Amalgamated hearts! 

Amalgamated dollars! Amalgamated sharps! 
But for this amalgamation. 
The public would lose its ration. 



Of Amalgamated tarts. 



If you'd study Amalgamated, 
As in the Stock Market rated, 

Just read Lawson I Mr. Lawson! 



24 SOUL-VOICES 

He went away with her, 
And left me alone to mourn. 
Oh! How I envy her, 
Who has my heart from me borne; 
Well could I forgive her, 
Although bereft and forlorn; 
If they had not called her — ' 
"Ship that will never return." 



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'Where are you going, 
My pretty maid?" 

"Going a-bathing, 
Sir," she said. 



II. 



"May I go with you, 
My pretty maid?* 

"Yes, if you wish. 
Kind sir," she said. 



III. 



"Where are you going. 

My pretty maid?" 
"Out after the tide, 
Sir," she said. 




Road through the woods. 



SOUL-VOICES 25 

I. 

There was a bee 

Sat on a wall. 
He did buzz-z-z, 

And that was all. 

II. 

**Honey," said the bee, 

"There's none at all; 
Only buzz-z-z-, 

Upon the wall/' 



III. 



'Long came a wasp- 
Sat on the wall — 

Buzz-z-z — 

And that was all. 



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Why is It? 

The feminine of heart (hart) is always dough 

(doe) ? 
There's always so many strings to a beau 

(bow) ? 



26 SOUL-VOICES 

II. 

The Queen of Hearts is always the saucy girl. 
With the winsome smile and society curl ? 

III. 

If you would remain in the social whirl, 
You must always be the bachelor girl? 



I endeavored to pen an epigram, 

Which assumed the style of an epigraph; 

But eventually an epitome. 

The critic pronounced it an epic. 

I submitted it to an epicure; 

He said that it was an epidemic. 

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{Selected.') 

They talk about a woman's sphere, 
As though it had a limit; 
There's not a place in earth or heaven. 
There's not a task to mankind given. 
There's not a blessing or a woe, 
There's not a whisper, — yes, or no, 
There's not a life, or death, or birth, 
That has a feather-weight of worth, 
Without a woman's in it. 



SOUL-VOICES 27 



Wanted — a poem 

Containing an heroic narration 

Of a great deed. For wliich the nation 

Will give generous commendation, 

And reward with due compensation — 

*'Why, that is awful simple." 



II. 



Wanted — a critic 
To undermine the underlying 
Thought, and momentous matter lying 
Concealed in this manuscript; vying 
With each other for mastery. "Trying — 
Why, that is simply awful!" 



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Taffy to Teddy — 

"Have you any plum?*' 
Teddy to Taffy — 

"Yes, one. Yum, yum, yum." 
Taffy to Hobby — 

"This is just a cinch." 
Hobby to Taffy — 

"I feel my shoe pinch/' 



28 SOUL-VOICES 

To mark the remains of a friend 
(He was a rare and goodly cook) 
A shaft was raised above his ashes. 
While on earth his efforts he did lend 
To satisfy to the very end. 
Upon his tombstone they did hook 
This epitaph — "Peace to his (h) ashes." 

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"Woman's rights? What right have they 

To encroach upon Man's domain? 

The proper place for them, I say, 

Is home. And there they should remain." 

From the circle of the Fem. Sem. 

A merry chorus of voices — 

"Whose home? Yours? Ahem! 

Whereat his lordship (Man) again 

Vanished into silent places, 

Dwindled to his original 

Atomical proportions. Fain 

Would he his error recall. 

Perceiving that theory ends 

Where fact begins. Paltry amends. 

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Will you glide with me 
In my light canoe? 

Do, do, do. 

Quite safe inside as 
It was just built for 

Two, two, two. 




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light canoe, 



SOUL-VOICES 29 

We'll paddle along — 
The fishes we will 

Woo, woo, woo. 

In my light canoe, 
Just built for me and 

You, you, you. 

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Asked to define the novel 
The sage said — historical, 
The maiden — allegorical. 
The cynic — hysterical. 

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In dreamy mood his thoughts ran. 
To the strains of the hurdy-gurdy, 
And the little German band; 
Augmented by the strong and sturdy 
Voice of the village rag-man. 
He exclaimed — "Paradise Lxsst!" 

II. 

He awoke amidst a throng 

Of happy playful children, who sang 

''Ring around a-roses," ''Ding-Dong 

Bell,"Pussey's in the Well." Then the twang 

Of an old familiar song. 

He exclaimed — 'Taradise Regained!" 



30 SOUL-VOICES 

I. 

What ambition prompts us to win 
Fame, as heralds of the robin. 



II. 



Why the first to cull the flower, 
From gladsome Nature's bower? 



III. 

From whence the desire to bring 
Tidings of harbingers of Spring. 



IV. 



When anon of all this brigade, 
Comes the organ-grinder's serenade. 



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A man from the East traveled West, 

(It was such a pity), 

His experience told in jest, 

In shape of a ditty — 

''Beware ! 

Of the soulless city !" 




Severance, Auburn, N. H. 



SOUL-VOICES 31 

When is a woman old? 

Will no one answer? 

Think it wise 3'our tongue to hold? 

Speak up. Be brave, sir. 

When is a woman old? 

" 'Tis a hard conundrum 

To solve. I am told 

The dial backward turns. 

When a woman is old/' 



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He wielded a sceptre. 
And ruled a nation, 
A significative token 
Of coronation. 

She wielded the hatchet 
With affectation — 
Unquestionable identity- 
Just Carrie Nation. 

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If you as a philanthropist would pose. 
Your generosity you'll surely rue; 

A lesson you have still to learn. Who knows— 
You cannot loan a bill and keep it, too. 



32 SOUL-VOICES 

II. 

If you would be wise, take a fool's advice; 

In small matters be careful what you do. 
Treat a friend as a foe. To be concise — 

You cannot lend your umbrella and keep it, 
too. 



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You cannot eat your cake and have it still, 
Some godless men who hold this statement true, 
Apply it in another way. They feel 
You cannot give your word and keep it too. 



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Think of to-day. 
And only to-day, 
Let to-morrow bring 
[What it may. 

n. 

To-morrow may be 
Another to-day, 
And on that morrow 
Live we may. 



SOUL-VOICES 33 

III. 

Trust not to-morrow. 
For who can say — 
I'll see the dawn 
Of another day." 



IV. 

To-day — our joys; 
Our cares — to-day. 
Life — what is it? 
But — to-day. 



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It is a truth beyond our creed, 

One which for ages has not erred; 

We challenge alike all who read, 
Woman always wants the last word. 



II. 



A careful study discloses, 

The simple fact — alike as twins- 
And the man wdio first proposes, 

Is the one v/ho usually wins. 



34 SOUL-VOICES 

The poet says, "once to every man 
And nation, comes the moment to decide/ 
Thus for man and nation — as for woman, 
The more of them the merrier, abide. 



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Have you heard the story, 
Of the legend olden, 
Many versions stolen, 
From the good rule golden? 
In Lake Massabesic 
There is another fish, 
For some fisherman's dish; 
With a swim and a swish 
He ran away with the hook. 
Likewise with the sinker; 
And must have the anchor 
Swallowed, in his mad hanker. 
To catch all things in sight. 
And 'tis well to relate. 
With the help of his mate 
He devoured all the bait. 

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Mi techer sez that i 
Must lern tew rede and rite, 
Acording tew that rule, 
Lade down, bi those fellars 
Whu never go tew skool. 




Have you heard the legend olden! 




A gunner went forth with hound and 
setter." 



SOUL-VOICES 35 

She sez, tew bee a skoller 
Yu can du az yu pleze ; 
And whin yu lern tew rite, 
Yu nede not mak a holler, 
(Nor kare a singal mite) 
If tha thing dont look rite. 
It iz tha simpal way 
Ov tha simpal life, 
Thare iz no uss teling 
Ov that simplisity tha 
Ov simplafyd speling. 

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A gunner went forth 
With hound and setter; 
He aimed at a frog, 
And lit on a log, 
For the sake of hitting 
Something better. 

He espied a crack 
That was a stunner; 
Alas ! and alack ! 
The shot came back, 
And that was the end 
Of the gunner. 

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Everyone to his taste. 
King Edward kissed the Emperor; 
Southern belles have kissed Hobson, 
And the old lady in haste 
Kissed the cow. 



Sam S. & Lee Shubert 

direct the following theatres and theatrical 
attractions in America: 



Lyric, Casino and Princess 
Theatres, New York. 

Garrick Theatre, Chicago. 

Lyric Theatre, Philadelphia. 

Shubert Theatre, Brooklyn. 

Belasco Theatre, Washing- 
ton. 

Belasco Theatre, Pittsburg. 

Empire Theatre, Newark. 

New Theatre, Utica. 

Grand Opera House, Syra- 
cuse. 

Baker Theatre, Rochester. 

Shubert Theatre, Provi- 
dence. 

Worcester Theatre, Worces- 
ter. 

Hyperion Theatre, New 
Haven. 

Lyceum Theatre, Baltimore. 

Lyceum Theatre, Buffalo. 

Colonial Theatre, Cleveland. 

Rand's Opera House, Troy. 

Garrick Theatre, St. Louis. 

Sam S. Shubert Theatre, 
Norfolk, Va. 

Grand Opera Llouse, Colum- 
bus. 

New Theatre, Cincinnati. 

Mary Anderson Theatre, 
Louisville. 

New Theatre, Richmond, 
Va. 

New Theatre, Lexington, 
Ky. 

New Theatre, Mobile. 

New Theatre, Atlanta. 

Shubert Theatre, Milwau- 
kee. 



Lyric Theatre, New Or- 
leans. 

New Marlowe Theatre, 
Chattanooga. 

New Theatre, Detroit. 

Grand Opera House, Dav- 
enport, Iowa. 

New Theatre, Toronto. 

New Sothern Theatre, Den- 
ver. 

Sam S. Shubert Theatre, 
Kansas City. 

Majestic Theatre, Los An- 
geles. 

Belasco Theatre, Portland. 

Shubert Theatre, Seattle. 

Majestic Theatre, San Fran- 
cisco. 

Mme. Bernhardt in reper- 
toire. 

E. H. Sothern & Julia Mar- 
lowe in repertoire. 

Mrs. Patrick Campbell in 
repertoire. 

Margaret Anglin in reper- 
toire. 

Virginia Harned in "The 
Girl in Waiting." 

Drina De Wolfe and 
Charles Cartwright in a 
new play. 

Cyril Maude and Winifred 
Emery in repertoire. 

Arnold Daly in repertoire 

Henry Miller in a new 
play. 



Louis Mann and Clara Lip- 
man in "Julie Bonbon." 

Guy Standing in a new 
play. 

Mary Shaw in "The Love 
That Blinds." 

Henry Woodruff in "Brown 
of Harvard.'*' 

W. H. Thompson in "Mon- 
ey Talks." 

"A Midsummer's Eve," by 
Evelyn Greenleaf Suther- 
land. 

A new play by George 
Hazleton. 

"The Secret Orchard," by 
Channing Pollock. 

De Wolf Hopper in "Hap- 
pyland." 

Paula Edwardes in "Prin- 
cess Beggar." 



Eddie Foy in "The Earl and 

the Girl." 
Jefferson De Angelis in 

"Fantana." 
Julia Sanderson in "The 

Motor Girl." 
Marguerite Clark, in a new 

opera. . 

Christie Macdonald in a 

new opera, 
"Mexicana," with Louis 

Harrison. 
"The Social Whirl," with 

Adele Ritchie, Jos. Coyne 

and Ross & Fenton. 
"The Babes and the Baron." 
"The Blue Moon." 
"Veronique." 
Peter F. Dailey in a new 

musical comedy, 
"Queen Xixi of Ix." 



The following attractions also play ex- 
clnsively in their theatres: 



David Belasco's Attrac- 
tions : 
Mrs. Leslie Carter in a new 

play. 
Blanche Bates in "The Girl 

of the Golden West." 
David Warfield in "The 

Music Master." 
Bertha Galland in a new 

play. 
Harrison Gray Fiske's 

Attractions : 
Mrs. Fiske in "The New 

York Idea." 
"Leah Kleschna." 



'Therese 



At- 



The 



Mme. Kalich 

Raquin." 
Walter Lawrence's 

tractions : 
Henry E. Dixey in 

Man on the Box." 
Cyril Scott in "The Prince 

Chap." 
"Mrs. Temple's Telegram." 
Carlotta Nillson in a new 

play. 
Robert Hunter's Attrac- 
tions : 
"Before and After." 



Yon cannot go wrong in selecting one of 
these play-houses for an evening's entertain- 
ment in whatever city you may happen to be. 



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ADIRONDACK 
MURRAY 

A BiograpHical Appreciation 

By Harry V. Radford 

Editor of "Woods and Waters 



W. H. H. MURRAY (b. 1840, d. 1 904)— equally celebrated 
as preacher, author, lecturer, sportsman and traveler — has be- 
come an immortal figure in American history and letters, taking 
rank, as a writer, with Cooper and Thoreau. Mr. Radford — 
himself an author and sportsman of national repute, and ac- 
knowledged the greatest living authority upon Adirondack 
sport and literature— has told the wonderful story of " Adiron- 
dack " Murray from the vantage-point of personal acquaintance, 
and with a characteristic grace and charm of style that insures 
for his book permanent popularity. 



HENRY VAN DYKE 

in a personal letter written to the author from " Avalon, 
Princeton, N. J., says of Mr. Radford's book : 

"Your writing takes me back in imagination to that beautiful country of 
mountains, and rivers, and lakes, where so many of the happiest months of 
my early life were spent, and where I learned to cast the fly and shoot a 
rifle. It is pleasant to feel the sincere and cordial enthusiasm v.ith which 
you write of the fine traits of Mr. Murray's character, and the big out-of- 
door side of his life in which the best of his nature found expression. 
I congratulate you on the success with which you have performed your 
task of gratitude and friendship, and hope that your book will find its 
way into the hands of thousands of those who love the woods and the 



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